Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOWLAND MOOD, by MEREDITH JONES First Line: When dawn raises a crimson banner Last Line: It would beat them against the moon. Subject(s): Birds; Fields; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
When dawn raises a crimson banner Over the lowland, The ranks of sawgrass Lift their swords With whispered reveille. Then my heart is a flamingo, Rising to meet the sun. When twilight retreats, Trailing the tattered remnants Of her colors Across the bleeding sky, And the tired sawgrass bends in sleep, The flamingo cannot fold its jaded wings. It would beat them against the moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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